The Wild

In the silence of the woods, I hear, The wild call echoing near and clear, Though the cities outshine with their lights, The whispers of green, in soft-trembling nights.

Creatures wander in real, serene flight, Filling their days with soft morning light, I lose myself in this gentle domain, Where courage lives, past the world’s vain.

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Each leaf and branch bears stories old, Speaking truths, in shades of gold.

• Henry David Thoreau